Youngest Kuru Prince

some funny episodes (chapter 1)

Chapter: The Great Wrestling Debacle

Setting: The gardens of the Kuru Palace. It's an ordinary afternoon, and everyone is in a playful mood-until things spiral into complete chaos.

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Karna slumped under the shade of a neem tree, eyes half-lidded as he watched his elder brothers with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. Duryodhana and Bheema stood toe-to-toe on the soft grass, glaring at each other with all the intensity of two bulls about to lock horns. Karna had lost count of how many times they had fought over something utterly meaningless.

"It was clearly my shot, Bheem !" Duryodhana growled, jabbing a finger at the discarded dice on the ground.

"Your shot?" Bheema scoffed. "You threw it crooked. The dice practically rolled backward!"

"It's the wind," Duryodhana shot back. "You'd know if you weren't always showing off, trying to outdo me."

Karna pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the fourth argument today. One had been about archery, the other about swordsmanship, and the third-ridiculously-about whose horse neighed louder. Now they were arguing about a game of dice, as if their very lives depended on it.

Dushala, sitting beside Karna, leaned in and whispered, "Five coins says Duryodhana challenges him to wrestle any moment now."

Karna grinned. "No bet. That's a guaranteed loss."

Sure enough, Duryodhana squared his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. "Fine! If you think you're so much better, let's settle this properly-wrestling."

Bheem'slips twitched in a half-smile, already anticipating the challenge. "Oh, I was hoping you'd suggest that."

Karna groaned. "Here we go."

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Moments later...

The Kuru gardens were in full chaos. Duryodhana and Bheema circled each other, shirts discarded, their muscles gleaming under the afternoon sun. A crowd had already formed-Arjun sat cross-legged with a giant jar of honey as the winners prize lol, gleefully watching the scene unfold. Nakula and Sahadeva whispered bets to each other under their breath, while a handful of guards pretended to look busy.

Karna tried to slip away, but Dushala grabbed his arm, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh no, baby brother. You're not getting out of this."

Karna sighed. "Why do they always rope me into these things?"

"Because you're the only one stupid enough to think you can stop them," she said sweetly, giving his arm a playful tug. "Now go on. Break it up before they knock each other's teeth out."

Karna knew she was right, of course. He always ended up being the unfortunate referee in these kinds of battles. Whether it was wrestling, archery contests, or debates over who their mother loved more (spoiler: Gandhari pretended to love them all equally, but everyone knew Dushala was the real favorite), Karna was always stuck in the middle.

He walked toward the two combatants with the air of a man marching to his own execution.

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The Wrestling Match

Duryodhana lunged first, attempting to grab Bheema in a headlock. But Bheem ducked, slipping out of his brother's grasp with ease. "Too slow!" Beema taunted, smirking.

Duryodhana growled, frustrated. "You slippery little-"

Before he could finish the insult, Bheema dodged another attack, this time grabbing Duryodhana's arm and flipping him over his shoulder. The impact shook the ground, causing Arjun to cheer and slap the grass like a drum.

"Bheema scores!" Arjun yelled through a mouthful of honey. "Two points to the bhrata Bheem !"

Duryodhana shot Arjun a glare, but he was too busy laughing to care. Bheema leaned back on his heels, smug as a cat that had caught a mouse.

Karna pinched the bridge of his nose again, this time harder. "Brothers, please. Can't we just-"

But before he could finish, Duryodhana sprang back to his feet, wiping dirt from his face with a fierce grin. "Oh, you think you've won? You haven't seen anything yet, little brother."

He charged again, and before Bheem could react, Duryodhana tackled him with all the grace of a rampaging elephant, sending them both crashing into the flower beds.

Karna let out a strangled groan. "The flowers! Those were Mother's favorite lotuses!"

Bheema squirmed underneath Duryodhana, kicking wildly as they rolled through the garden. "Get off me, you overgrown ox!"

"Not until you admit I'm the better wrestler!" Duryodhana grunted, holding on with grim determination.

"Over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged!"

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The Unexpected Intervention

Just as Karna was about to physically pull them apart, Dushala sauntered over, holding a bucket of water. She glanced down at the two grappling brothers with a look of supreme boredom.

"You know," she said, "Mother's going to kill both of you when she sees what you've done to her garden."

Duryodhana froze. "Mother won't know unless someone tells her."

Arjuna stopped struggling too, his eyes narrowing. "You're right. No one tell Dushala."

Dushala grinned. "Too late. I already know."

And before either of them could react, she dumped the entire bucket of water on both of them.

Karna burst out laughing. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd seen all day-Duryodhana and Bheema lying in the dirt, soaked and muddy, glaring up at their sister like drenched cats.

"You..." Duryodhana spluttered, wiping mud from his face. "You traitor!"

Bheema shoved him off, laughing despite himself. "Serves you right."

Dushala shrugged innocently, tossing the empty bucket aside. "You boys looked like you needed to cool off."

Karna was practically rolling on the ground with laughter now. "This is better than any festival ! Karna, you should've let them wrestle longer!"

Karna shook his head, grinning. "I think I've had enough wrestling for one day."

Duryodhana shot him a look, dripping with mock betrayal. "You were supposed to be on my side, Karna!"

Arjuna jabbed a thumb at his chest. "He's on my side."

Karna held up his hands, backing away. "I'm not on anyone's side. I'm on the side of sanity."

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The Aftermath

The chaos eventually settled as Duryodhana and Bheema gave up their fight-mostly because Dushala threatened to tell their mother everything if they didn't behave. They sat side by side on the grass, still muddy and wet, but laughing now, their earlier anger forgotten.

Karna leaned back under the neem tree, content to watch his siblings bicker without the weight of real conflict. These were the moments he cherished most. No war. No thrones. Just his family-messy, chaotic, and full of love in their own strange way.

Dushala plopped down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Karna chuckled, nudging her gently. "Not bad. But next time, you get to be the referee."

She grinned. "Deal."

And for a little while, the world felt perfect.

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